Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 22:13:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hairy Seduction (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and an older woman.  If this type of content
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                 Hairy Seduction
                       By
                      Jan

	To tell my story I have to start with my family.
My great-great-grandfather brought his family to
the Calistoga, California from Lousa, Portugal, and
started a wine vineyard.  My family was very religious
and insisted that the children marry only Portuguese
men and women.

	I was the beneficiary of being the daughter of
a hairy mother.  When I started to enter puberty I
was the hairiest girl in the local school.  My family
didn't believe in the custom of women shaving excess
body hair.  When my legs became hairy I started
wearing jeans to school, because I suffered the
abuse of my classmates teasing me.

	I pleaded for my parents to allow me to go to a
Catholic girl's school in the San Francisco area.
Reluctantly they eventually made arrangements for
me to attend a Catholic girl's school.  My parents
delivered me to the school in the old Ford pickup
truck.  Everything I brought with me was stuffed
into a straw basket.  I was introduced to the mother
superior and the nun that was in charge of my grade
level's dormitory.  After the very emotional goodbyes,
I was escorted to where I was given my uniform and
everything else I would need to live in the dorm.  The
nun helped me carry my bedding and other stuff to
the dorm.

	I hated the uniform, because the plaid skirt was
too short; even with the black knee high socks there
was plenty of thigh visible.  I knew I would be teased
about my hairy legs.  I did receive a lot of teasing at
first, because when we showered the other girls saw
just how hairy my body was.

	My mother would have been broken hearted if I
went home on holidays and she found out I had
shaved my pussy, legs and under my arms.  I had to
endure the teasing.  Another thing I also had to
endure teasing about was the fact that I spoke
English with a Portuguese accent.  Eventually the
other girls got bored teasing me, and just ignored me.
They always found plenty of others to tease.

	I struggled to keep up with the schooling, so
they would not tease me about being a dummy.  I did
begin to excel in school.  I continued to be a slender
girl, as I matured I got even hairier.  When my arms
were at my sides, dark hairs were plainly visible at
the sides of my breasts.  There were hairs on my
chest, and ringing my areolas.  The pubic hair on my
pussy was so damned thick you couldn't even see the
opening to my pussy. Hair grew down the inside of my
thighs.  There was no fear of any friction chafing my
thighs like chubby girls.  I even had a noticeable
mustache on my upper lip.  My hair was so long that
even though I braided it, the two braids were so long
I could sit on them.  Because of my appearance I
continued to be very introverted.

	I never gave the nuns or lay teachers any
trouble.  Some of the teacher even showed me a lot
of understanding.  I eventually became very close to
one tall nun.  I could never tell what nationality she
was because the habit covered so much of her.
Actually the only things visible were her hands and
face.  She had an angular, long face with a
pronounced nose.  She was my religious instruction
teacher.

	Outside of the classroom I didn't have a lot of
contact with her.  I saw her at the dining hall
regularly and at mass, along with all of the other
staff.  There were rumors among the girls that
Sister Bernadette had special relationships with
some of the girls.  I knew enough that among nuns the
term 'special relationship' referred to sexual liaisons
between nuns and or students.  I had no personal
knowledge about her having such relationships, and I
had never experienced sex with anyone male or
female.

	One afternoon after the religious class we were
filing out of the classroom when I almost bumped into
a woman that must have been at least fifty years old.
I stepped back and paused, as the woman smiled at
me.  She looked me up and down as if she were
studying me.  I also studied her because she was such
a striking woman.

	There was just something about the way she
looked at me that frightened and thrilled me.  She
was wearing a gray business suit with gloves and hat.
She was a brunette with piercing blue eyes.  She was
looking at me with a crooked smile.  Then she turned
her attention to my teacher, "Hi, Sister Bernadette!
I see you still have sweet girls in your class."

	Her reference to me as sweet surprised me.  I
had never thought of myself as attractive in any way.
Like my mother, my eyebrows were thick and almost
looked like a single brow, and my upper lip had a
noticeable mustache.  Now that I was away from
home I plucked my eyebrows to shape and separate
them, but they were still thick.  I found it strange
that anyone should think of me as attractive.

	Sister Bernadette placed a hand around my
shoulders and rested it on the opposite shoulder as
she said, "Maria is a bright and compassionate
student.  I can always rely on her to help her fellow
students understand the text, Helen."

	The woman smiled and said, "I dropped by to
invite you to dinner with me, (as an afterthought she
added) and by all means, bring along Maria!"

	Sister Bernadette looked back and forth at us
before she responded, "Helen, I'm sure that Maria is
an innocent, you can't ask me to just bring her along
with me!"

	Helen looked me in the eyes and asked, "How
would you like to go to Carmel by the Sea for the
weekend, and see the Monterey Aquarium?"

	I responded without thinking, "Yes!"  I don't
know what made me respond so quickly.  I knew the
reputation of Sister Bernadette.

	Sister Bernadette turned to look at me, "Are
you sure you want to go out with us?"

	I placed my hand on top of the hand resting on
my shoulder and said, "Yes!" as I looked up into
Sister's eyes.

	She told me to meet them after school at the
lobby.  I had a couple more classes that day, but I
was distracted by the thought that I was going on a
date with Sister Bernadette and another woman.
When the last class was over I rushed to the dorm to
put my books into my locker before heading to the
lobby.

	Sister Margit was behind the desk at the lobby.
She was a chubby little nun that was very amenable.
Sister Bernadette and her friend were already there
along with another classmate I casually knew.  Her
name was Elizabeth and she was kind of wild.  Just
the past week, she had gotten sent to the mother
superior's office because she had boldly kissed
another girl right in the hall of the administration
building.  The rumor was that she had also stuffed
her hand under her skirt and down the front of the
girl's panties.  Sister signed the two of us out without
any questions being asked.

	Helen drove us into San Francisco in her big
SUV (suburban utility vehicle).  Elisabeth and I were
sitting in the back seat.  Elizabeth started feeling my
leg as we traveled down Highway 101.  I was too
embarrassed to protest her action.  The two women
were talking to each other, but also talked to us when
they wanted to point out something.  As we
approached Monterey they took the turnoff from
Highway 101 to Highway 1.  Sister Bernadette pointed
out the Salinas Valley and Cannery Row and told us
that this is the community that John Steinbeck
wrote about in his books 'Cannery Row and East of
Eden.'

	I had just read East of Eden, and I couldn't help
but remember the opening chapters talking about the
young girl working as a maid for a madam, and how she
befriended the old woman before she drugged her,
felt her up, stole her money, and then set the brothel
on fire before heading west.

	When we passed over the hill separating
Monterey Bay from Carmel by the Sea, she pointed
out the old part of Carmel before we turned east and
passed through the newer shopping center.  We
stopped there long enough to shop for groceries and
have dinner, before we continued up into the hills
until we came to a house nestled among the pine
trees.  Elizabeth explained that she had inherited
the home from her father.  He had built the house
back when the Cannery Row was going broke because
of overfishing the area.

	The house was not large compared to today's
homes but it was well built.  The bathroom was still
appointed with old porcelain toilet, pedestal sink and
a porcelain coated cast iron pedestal bathtub.  It had
two bedrooms, living room, dining room and separate
kitchen.

	The four of us gathered on the porch facing
west to watch the setting sun.  As the sun descended
into the ocean, it turned reddish and the underside
of the puffy clouds turn reddish too.  We were
sitting in wooden chairs and Helen even provided
Elizabeth and me glasses of red wine.  It didn't take
long before Elisabeth and I were feeling relaxed and
slightly tipsy.

	After the sun set and the evening air became a
bit nippy we retired into the house.  The two women
preferred to turn on a radio station that played what
girls my age call elevator music.  That kind of music
didn't disturb our talking to each other.

	It was Helen that suggested to Sister
Bernadette that she might feel more comfortable if
she shed her habit.  We sat there watching as she
carefully unpinned the cowl ad folded it.  Her hair
was cropped rather short, and was matted as a result
of being smashed against her head by the cowl.  She
stood up and placed the folded cowl on the coffee
table before she untied the sash.  I watched in total
fascination as she hoisted up her habit.  She untied
the back of the habit and pulled it down her arms,
eventually exposing her unsupported breasts.  Her
breasts were large and drooped substantially.  I also
noticed that she had hairs ringing her mauve areolas,
like me.  As the garment descended down her body
Elisabeth and I sat there watching as her baggy
white panties were exposed.  There was an obvious
dark shadow above the double thick crotch, attesting
to the amount of pubic hair she sported.  As her
upper thighs came into view it was obvious that her
legs were just as hairy as mine.  She had on knee high
stockings and those practical oxfords nuns tend to
wear.  I was shocked that Sister Bernadette would
take off her clothes in front of us.

	Helen helped Sister fold up the habit and they
placed it on the coffee table.  Helen then sat down
next to Elisabeth.  At the same time Sister sat back
down next to me.  I was so nervous sitting next to the
nude nun that I was actually sweating.  She wrapped
her arm around me and pulled me close.  She started
unbuttoning my blue blazer with the school crest on
the left pocket.  I tried to fend off her hands, but
she was much stronger than me.  After that she
started unbuttoning my blouse.  When she pulled the
blouse out of my skirt she pulled my clothes off of
my shoulders and down my arms.

	It embarrassed me so much that I wanted to
hide.  I looked over at Helen and Elisabeth because I
thought they would be looking at us.  Boy...was I
mistaken...Elisabeth was already naked and helping
Helen take off her clothes.  They were obviously
preoccupied, but I still felt embarrassed about what
the nun was doing to me.  I have to admit that I
suspected why she had invited me on the trip for the
weekend.  Helen was a little intimidating, but I
figured that if there was going to be another woman
along that it would be unlikely that she would do
anything.

	After she removed my blouse she started
working on my pleated skirt.  I resisted lifting my
butt, just the same she pulled the skirt down, leaving
me sitting there in a white tank top and regulation
school white panties.  The reason for the top was to
be sure that my hairy chest wasn't visible through my
blouse.  I wanted to keep my top and panties on
because I hated to let anyone see just how hairy I
was.  The fact that Sister Bernadette was every bit
as hairy as me didn't help.

	I struggled to keep my top on, but again she was
too strong for me.  She pulled the top over my head.
I pulled my pigtail braids around to cover my tits.
The sister had other ideas, and she swatted my hands
away along with my braids.  While I tried to cover my
tits with my hands she pulled the front of my panties
down and stuffed her hand into them.  I jumped when
her hand cupped my hairy pussy.  I tried to cross my
legs but all that did was trap her hand between my
legs.  While she renewed her efforts to remove my
panties, I glanced at the other couple.

	Elisabeth was kneeling on the floor with her
hands on Helen's thighs and her face buried in her
pussy.  There was no struggling with her to get her to
do it.  Helen was stroking Elisabeth's hair lovingly.
Her head was tossed back and she was moaning, while
she was telling the girl what a sweet mouth she had.

	My attention was brought back to the moment
when the sister knelt in front of me to remove my
panties.  As soon as I was totally naked she sat back
down next to me before she pulled me upon her lap.  I
felt like such a child being handled like I was a baby.
She felt my breasts very gently.  She even lavished
saliva all over my breasts.  She virtually plastered the
hair around my areolas to my breasts.  Besides
lavishing her attention on my breasts, she kissed me
and sucked on my tongue.  It was very distracting
when she traced the shell of my ear.  She was also
rubbing my pussy.  She dipped her finger into my
vagina, and discovered that I was a virgin.

	She sucked on her fingers and whispered in my
ear, "Honey do you want me to take your virginity?"

	I was moaning before I managed to breathlessly
say, "Yes."

	She laid me on the couch with my back against
the arm of the overstuffed couch.  She placed my
legs over the back of the couch before she placed
her body between my legs, so that she could look into
my pussy while she spread my labia minor open.  She
blew her cool breath into my pussy.  She shook my
world by kissing my pussy before she started licking
by cunt.  She stuck her right index finger into my
pussy and tested the resistance of my hymen.  She
told me that there were some holes in it, so that my
period could discharge the blood lining of my womb.
She pressed her finger against the membrane a little
harder.  That sent a sharp stabbing pain down there.
Then she actually sucked my clit into her mouth at
the same time she shoved her finger deep into my
pussy.  I whimpered as the flesh broke open.  She
actually finger fucked me until the pain subsided.
She fucked me until I surrendered to a soft cum.
Then she sat up and smelled her finger.  I saw traces
of watery blood smeared on her finger and the base
of the finger before she stuck the finger into her
mouth and licked the base of her fist clean of all
traces of the blood.

	The sister lay on top of me and kissed me for
awhile before moving her body up to feed one of her
large breasts to my mouth.

	I set about licking the hairs around her areolas
until the hairs were plastered against her flesh.
While I was doing that, she was humping her hairy
pussy against my hairy cunt.  At some point I even
came again.  We clung to each other while we
smothered each other's face with wet kisses.

	When Sister Bernadette sat up, Helen was
standing in front of the couch, holding Elisabeth's
hand.  She reached out and took hold of my hand so
that she could pull me to my feet.  She handed Sister
Bernadette Elisabeth's hand.  She led me through the
house to the master bedroom.  Considering that the
house had been built a long time ago the bedroom was
relatively large.  It was not large enough for a queen
sized bed.  By that time it was dark enough that she
had to turn on the lights.  The electrical system had
been updated recently to add outlets to every room,
changed the fixtures from harsh bulbs to recessed
lights, and installed paddle switches with dimmers.
She dimmed the lighting to a soft glow.  The double
bed was a high four poster with delicate carvings.
She virtually picked me up and placed me on top of
the bed before she settled down next to me.

	She had a hungry look on her face.  I still was a
little apprehensive about her.  I had witnessed the
way Elisabeth had taken charge and made love to her,
but I was not going to take charge of the sex like
Elisabeth.  I was no longer a virgin and was still numb
down there.

	I studied what Helen looked like.  Her auburn
colored hair was a little longer than shoulder length.
Those blue eyes were mesmerizing.  She had a
straight nose that hinted at an Irish background.
Her lips were very full, with a perfect cupid's bow.
Her shoulders had a light dusting of faded freckles.
I was impressed with her big round breasts, and they
were heavy enough to be pulled down by gravity.  The
areolas were not all that large and the color was very
close the color of her breasts.  The nipples were not
all that large.  Considering her age she still had a
pretty good figure, of course with age her body and
face were fuller.  She had wide hips, which people
used to call childbearing hips.  Her pubic bush was
trimmed and not very thick.  Her labia minor and clit
protruded well below her labia major.  She also
sported a stainless steel horseshoe bolt through the
labia minor.  She had nice feet and her toenails were
painted the same color than her fingernails.

	As she lay next to me on her side she lifted and
laid the leg on top of mine.  That allows me to see the
opening of her cunt.  She placed her hand on my
shoulder and pulled me against her body and kissed
me very passionately.  She eventually used her hand
to lift her breast to put the nipple into my mouth.
When she felt that I had sucked on her nipple long
enough she rolled me onto my back and licked my neck
as she moved down to my chest and took one of my
breasts into her mouth.  The hairs were still stuck to
my flesh by the sister's saliva.  She sucked on my
nipples so hard that it actually hurt a little.  While
she was sucking on my tits she was also stroking my
hairy pussy.  She even did something that surprised
me, by lifting my arms and smelling and licking my
hairy armpits.

	She even commented that I was probably even
hairier than Sister Bernadette.  For the first time in
my life someone actually appreciated my hairy body.
I had never suspected that there were actually
people that found body hair attractive.  Helen was
very adamant about her effort to get between my
legs.  She licked my hairy inner thighs before she
opened my pussy so that she could inspect my inner
pussy the same way the nun had.  She even
commented on the ragged remnants of my hymen with
small traces of blood attesting to the taking of my
virginity.  She pressed her face against my pussy.
She licked my crotch from hairy asshole to my hairy
vulva.  It shocked me that anyone would actually like
to taste someone's asshole.  It was thrilling though.

	She even had me turn over onto my hands and
knees, so that she could place her hands on the
cheeks of my butt and spread them and lick my hairy
asshole.  She even stabbed the hole with the tip of
her tongue.  When we were exhausted she covered
our naked bodies with the covers before turning off
the lights.

	I assume Elisabeth and Sister Bernadette
eventually made their way to the other bedroom.  In
the morning the house was cool.  Because there was
only one bathroom we had to take turns using the
toilet and brushing our hair and teeth.  We eventually
got dressed and had a quick breakfast before we
started visiting the local landmarks like the aquarium
and the Catholic Church in Carmel where Father
Sierra is buried.  We took the 17 mile drive through
Pebble Beach golf course.  We even bought ice cream
from the shop that used to be owned by the past
mayor, actor and producer Clint Eastwood.

	We took the tour boat out of Monterey bay
looking for whales.  We shopped in the clothing
outlets in the old converted cannery row building.  We
even visited Laguna Seca race track.  There were just
a few cars using the track to test their cars.  The
noise was deafening as they roared past our location.

	Eventually we made our way home to make
dinner before we watched the sun go down while
drinking wine again.  This evening the onshore breeze
got cool enough to drive us into the house.  To worm
up we shed clothes and huddled together to warm
each other up.  Of course that led to us having sex
the rest of the evening.

	Elisabeth wanted to put on a show for the
benefit of the two women by having sex with me.  She
was just as skilful as Helen at sucking and licking.
She even tongue fucked my asshole.  But she was the
first person to introduce me to a dildo.  She strapped
on a realistic penis replica and mounted me like a man.
When I collapsed in a heap, she rolled me over and
stuck that dildo into my asshole.  The pain was almost
unbelievable.  Sister Bernadette smothered my moans
with her hairy pussy.

	We managed to get all four of us in the bed
together.  It was a tangle of arms and legs all night.
The next day we lounged around until we had to make
our way back to school.  I rode in the front seat, so
that I could play with Helen's pussy all the way back
to school.

	Everything changed after I got back to school.
I became aware of a number of girls at school that
were into lesbian sex, as well as the nuns and lay
teachers that liked young pussy.  There were dates
with female patrons of the school that would drop by
to take students on dates.  I was so pleased with my
new status as a hairy bitch that I never went for the
want of pussy.  It was rare that I went to bed by
myself.



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